DMG~The Cinderella Way#2 [ON HOLD] Jun 20 - Page 2

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Here comes the next update! And since it is the first update of this thread, I decided to inaugurate the new thread with AR moments! Enjoy and comment, warna… 🤣

Chp. 61 The Morning After

The rays of the early morning sun filtered into the magnificent room through the beautiful velvety drapes. Ridhima shifted sleepily on the large, comfortable bed, her hands sliding across the rich satin fabric beneath her. An innocently cute smile danced on her lips. She hadn't had a proper night's sleep in months and last night's sleep -though it had hardly been a few hours'- had been the most beautiful one of her life so far. This morning she felt as though she had been born again, reincarnated. There was not a single worry nagging her, nor a single confusion daunting her thoughts. Her mind was peaceful, serene, calm. Flashes of last night from the garden filled her mind. Armaan's proposal, his assurance, her acceptance and the unending talks till the wee hours of dawn...

Eyes still closed, she tried to turn around so that it was Armaan's face she'd see first when she opened her eyes but felt herself unable to move. A strong male hand was possessively clamped around her waist. She tried to pull herself to a sitting position and then opened her eyes and stared at what she saw. Tousled dark-black hair, closed eye lids which hid the glorious sea-blue eyes and an incredibly handsome, oh-so-familiar face -a face that belonged to her best friend, Maan and her fantasy lover, Prince Armaan Shishodiya- covered with a slight stubble of beard. She stared at him a long moment and then her hand reached his bruised, bandaged forehead. She gently caressed his hair and thanked God that he hadn't been badly injured in his accident last night. Eyes still on his beautiful face, she gently tried to move his hand from around her waist but was surprised by its grip. It refused to move. She was surprised by the strength and determination he possessed even in sleep. The grip implied that she was his, she belonged to him and no one could take her away from him...

Armaan felt his hand being moved and he stirred in his sleep. Then he felt a soft gentle caress on his hair, as gentle as if someone was afraid of inflicting pain on him, as if an angel was waking him up. The caress was so full of love he didn't want to open his eyes but the urge to see his loving angel was far too strong. He gently opened his eyes and immediately he felt regret and happiness at the same time. Regret because his angel stopped the caressing, the soft gentle touch was gone and Happiness because his angel was real, his Ridhima was sitting inches from him. Sapphire-blue eyes met brown and a sparkle of love, care and deep reverence radiated from them. Armaan's hand moved from her waist and reached her face. Long slender-strong fingers traced along her jaw line and pushed the tresses dangling across her cheeks behind her ears and lingered on her cheeks caressing the rosy blush across them. It was impossible not to get distracted by how beautiful his disheveled angel looked in the sunlight pouring in through the windows. As his fingers lingered on her cheeks, he saw the color deepen.

"Good morning," he said in a raw, husky voice still lying down, his hand unmoved.

"'Morning," Ridhima replied in a whisper and tried to look away.

He pulled himself to a sitting position and tipped her chin so she'd look at him.

"Did my princess not get a good night's sleep?" he asked.

Ridhima shook her head and turned away again. His endeavors turned futile as Ridhima refused to look at him.

"Aah," he gasped suddenly and held a hand to his head and his features wrinkled in agony. Ridhima's response was instantaneous, just as he'd expected. She spun around and her hand flew to his head.

"What happened?"

"Exactly my question."

Ridhima remained silent.

"Hey, if you're worried about Dad, then we'll get through that, I know we will," he assured her softly.

"No... It's not about him. It's just that... Those guys who tried to kill you last night, wouldn't they try it again when they find out you're alive?"

Despite knowing that it was Rahul, she wasn't voicing out his name. Maan smiled. He wasn't going to spoil the day by beginning it with such lousy matters. He should've known that her fears would never have anything to do with herself, but always about him, his safety.

He smiled, "That shouldn't be difficult to handle." His tone was nonchalant.

"But-"

Yudhister didn't want her to ruin the day so he stopped her midway and said naughtily, "Ridhima, I'm hungry."

Ridhima suddenly hit her palm to her head and Armaan watched amused.

"You're supposed to have your medicines at least an hour before breakfast."

She sprang up and bustled about the room to get his medicines.

"An hour! Ridhima, how can you do this to me? I'm starving already," he whined.

Ridhima had found his medicines but the prescription was missing. Ridhima was rummaging the bedside drawer when Armaan clamped his hand around her wrist and pulled her close. "Can't we skip the medicines? I think breakfast is more vital," he said with a wink, flashing her a devastatingly beautiful smile which made his ruthlessly handsome features even more attractive.

Ridhima knew he was distracting her and tried to ignore him but she was only kidding herself. Ignore him? Was that even possible for her? She found the prescription and brought out his tablets. She sat on the bed beside him and handed him the tablets and poured a glass of water.

"If you skip this tablet you're going to end up with a splitting headache all day."

"Too bad, you're fussing over a non-existent headache but what about this heartache? Do you have a tablet for that?" he concluded mischievously placing a hand on his heart.

"Uh-oh, the doc didn't prescribe a tablet for that. I'll ask him the next time he comes," Ridhima played along.

"I can't wait till then. I know just the thing that might heal it in moments," he said huskily as he brought his face inches from hers and gazed into her honey-brown eyes.

Ridhima sat transfixed. Armaan closed the distance between their faces and just when their lips were barely an inch apart, a knock sounded on the door and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the room changed. The sensual spell shattered and fear and tension lingered in the air.

Ridhima jumped, her heart was pounding in her ribs due to fear. She wasn't supposed to be here! This was Kunwar Armaan Shishodiya's room and she was BR's nurse. What if it was a member of the Royal family? She looked at Armaan, her eyes full of anxiety and fear. He looked back with love and reassurance. He framed her face in his hands and whispered, "Everything's gonna be fine, trust me."

The seconds ticked by and the knock sounded again. Armaan took a step ahead towards the door but Ridhima stopped him. She motioned him to get back in bed.

"Are you crazy?" he asked astounded.

"Trust me," was all that she said.

Armaan had no option so he got back to bed and pulled on the quilt pretending to be asleep.

He watched from the corner of his eye as Ridhima got to the door and opened it. Relief washed over Armaan and Ridhima as they saw Nikita standing at the door. She pushed her way beside Ridhima and got in locking the door.

"Bhabhi! What took you so long to open the door? Were you asleep? Is Bhaiyya awake? Did he come to consciousness during the night?" She bombarded Ridhima with questions.

"Nikita, relax. Your brother is-" she looked towards Maan and stopped mid-sentence.

"What Bhabhi?"

"Yes, he did gain consciousness once during the night," Ridhima replied carefully.

Armaan watched his sister interrogate Ridhima and suppressed a smile, not wanting to give up his pretense at sleep.

Nikita looked at Ridhima carefully and then said, "For how long?"

She was now walking towards the bed and Ridhima gasped in horror as something caught her eye. Pink and red rose petals were strewn at random near the bed. She followed Nikita and stood beside her. Making sure Nikita wasn't watching, she kicked the petals under the bed. Nikita placed a hand on Armaan's forehead and checked his temperature. A few degrees higher than normal but better than last night. Ridhima Bhabhi was a sweetheart. She'd really taken good care of bhaiyya last night.

"Did he talk?"

"Um, yes," Ridhima bit her lip.

"Oh, Bhabhi; Mom, Dad and Choti Maa shall be here any moment to see Bhaiyya. I know, you and Bhaiyya need to talk, but right now you'll have to leave."

Ridhima nodded then looked at Armaan and saw him wink at her. Nikita looked at her brother again and could have sworn she'd seen him winking! She looked at Ridhima confused and then confusion turned to amusement as she saw Ridhima's cheeks tinge a shade of red.

"Bhabhi, since when do you use rose petals to adorn your hair?" She reached in her hair and picked a petal and handed it to Ridhima. "No wonder the room smells so floral and rosy." Nikita sniffed for emphasis.

Ridhima's face flushed a becoming pink.

"Wonder if it was the roses that helped Bhaiyya get well," Nikita mused. She suddenly started scanning the room in a new light.

Ridhima knew Armaan was enjoying himself and if she kept quiet then Nikita would just go on and on.

"Nikita, didn't you say that I have to leave, immediately?"

But Nikita didn't reply. Her interest had been captured by something on Armaan's dresser. The tiara!

Ridhima groaned inwardly.

"Wow, Bhabhi, that's an exquisite piece. I guess Bhaiyya must've brought that for me on his birthday," Nikita said teasing.

"Lucky girl, Nikita," Ridhima replied. It was her turn to tease Armaan now.

Armaan's lips pressed into a thin line on hearing that.

"Can I try it?"

"Go ahead, all yours."

Before Nikita could even reach for it, Armaan threw away his quilt and sat up, "My dear sis, didn't you just say that Mom, Dad and choti maa shall be here any moment?"

"Bhaiyya!" Nikita feigned shock while Ridhima laughed silently.

"Yeah, now, innocent angel, could you please give me a moment with Ridhima alone before our dear parents come in?"

"Sure, Bhaiyya," she said innocently but didn't move.

"Nikita, you know what I mean. A-l-o-n-e," he spelled out.

"Alright, but that tiara's mine, isn't it?"

Armaan didn't reply but just gave her a look.

"Um, you know what, that tiara would adorn a queen better, the queen of the Shishodiya kingdom," she said and winked at Ridhima.

Armaan and Ridhima smiled.

"Make it quick," she said as she walked out closing the door.

Ridhima quickly turned around to leave but Armaan's hand clamped possessively around the fine bones of her wrist like an iron band and he pulled her towards him. His intense gaze met her shy and startled one.

"So the tiara is Nikita's, huh?"

"What else could I say when you were so interested in keeping your pretense at sleep?"

"Well, I was just enjoying myself a bit."

"At my expense. So when opportunity struck, I decided to play even," Ridhima shrugged. The expression on her face nearly made Armaan laugh.

"And what if Nikita had actually asked for it?"

"I believe, it is the duty of a King to guard the rights of his subjects, and in case he fails, well, then," she shrugged, "generosity is always rewarded."

Armaan smiled.

"So you think the King was successful in 'guarding the rights of his subjects'?"

Apparently, it seems so."

"Generosity is surely rewarded, m'lady. Be my Queen," Armaan said placing the tiara on Ridhima's head.

"What's a Queen without a King? This crown will only find its true glory after your coronation, your Highness," Ridhima replied.

Armaan felt elated.

"As the lady wishes."

He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead as a knock resounded on the door. Ridhima flashed him his favorite rosy smile before she slipped away through the backdoor. She heard Armaan say, "Enter," as she slipped away.

*****

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